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SLOGAN LYRICS
"The Art of Ego" (1992 Demo)
1. Near to the Horizon
2. Flowing Slowly
3. On Obese Bodies
4. Ollárié
5. Desert Rain (Instrumental)
6. Art of Ego
7. Flotation
8. The Sun (Instrumental)
1. Near to the Horizon
wallachy attila & lászló.: near to the horizon
in our little red boots
small jackfrost salutes
i'm getting frightened
and with bended mouth
i am asking dad
is beauty still the truth?
from his deformed head
a reply instead
he belched slop over me
my way loads into
country of the asymmetrical smiles
near to the horizon
near to the horizon
this place is untold
it fills the near present
there is no justice
there is shame thought
aborted the fear
but still we are
near to the horizon
if i'm near to the horizon
i'm future
2. Flowing Slowly
wallachy lászló: flowing slowly
laid down on melting steel
dying future doesn't wait
and it's flowing slowly
into the sea of hate
that sea is the damned end
future doesn't pretend
in shadows of gallows
prostrated out by heat
discouraged and fainted
haunted by the old dream
i'm fighting for promise
of new universe
oxigen be needed
for feed the men and plans
burn all the trashes
and make the aims glow
at the execution of
the great stupidity
i would be heartly there
spectacle would gladden me
timeless infinity
why don't you give it to me
this puny nice pleasure
would you end universe?
3. On Obese Bodies
wallachy attila: on obese bodies
mirth rattles there
silence dwelt
on obese bodies
we fear huddled together
on train of time when gladness comes
to calm down would be good now
and dreaming in dull rhythm
bearing the light of beauty
smoothing my dried face into a smile
i stood up on two legs
to call you but they spat on my face
the bursting applause oppressed my voice
on dim nights im stretching to steel
to disturbe time cos i know
in which direction it proceeds
and i know to help stepping down
i will perish
time got sprained by mocking
i just knocked on the bright steel
we know perfectly
the net of real and ideal tendencies
the impotent might of instincts
doesn't disturb me
on dim nights im stretching to steel
to disturbe time cos i know
in which direction it proceeds
and i know to help stepping down
i will perish
on dim nights im stretching to steel
to disturbe time cos i know
in which direction it proceeds
4. Ollárié
5. Desert Rain (Instrumental)
6. Art of Ego
wallachy attila: art of ego
i remained alone with you
after the timeless fight
who ever has touched me
took away a piece
i'll become life again
momentmen said to me
art of ego ever makes you free
you are sleeping and i think of myself
i saw from the window time trood on
and space bended
now i can't find plane which i can cross
the heap of of the points creates something
different the new whole closes me from itself
what will i be a part of?
in the world i'm dispersed over by you
if you hurt yorself i'm crying in you too
if i face the sun the present doesn't tire me
you're grasping me now too
frightened by creeping dreams
you cry on shoulders of sad butterflies
their wings are wet by your tears
adhere to me forever
don't ask me if there'll still be love
or another world which is ours too
the dawn is approaching and i don't sleep
therefore don't awake to nothing
i woke in the land of teddybears
where hangover minutemen ruled
squatting on small flat dreams
momentmen said to me
art of ego ever makes you free
they used to try to bend the light
maybe they can make it speak somehow
momentmen said to me
art of ego ever makes you free
7. Flotation
wallachy lászló: flotation
i'm figure of marzipan
naive worshiped sweet
but stil it rains me out
and the wind crumbles me away
i'm weaker than the weakest
and endlessly selfless
i puke even the last
lifegiving teardrop
leave me to myself
if my face falls down
and i become deformed
world's only disgrace
i'm a lazy god
you could drink my blood
purely by myself
in the flotation
theatre is the birth
theatre is the death
love only yourselves
in the flotation
8. The Sun (Instrumental)
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